Hi there. I'm married to a woman and I have a kid. I'm Vera, and I'm a straight crossdresser
Life could always be worse. You could have woken up as one of these poor bastards.
I don't want to oversell myself, but I think that over the next two pages we're going to solve this problem forever.
We just want this up here as a reference in case the government ever catches on to our knockoff Pokemon business.
How could a label that had Parliament-Funkadelic, KISS, Donna Summer, and Village People in their prime consistently lose money?
Writing for a living can be enough to drive anyone nuts -- but for the writers who were nuts to begin with, hoo boy does it get bad.
When you actually take the time to examine the gender assumptions present in these images, shit gets real weird real fast.
It turns out that this whole thing is more complicated than anyone seems to realize.
What I am finding as time goes on is that we are all secretly Billy Joel.
Welcome to the insane, Dali-esque world of mathematical probability.